'I am very tired of inaction,
though I dearly love learning Spanish,' she added, with a lovely smile,
and a look that was half submissive, half mutinous. 'But I have really
been beginning to wonder whether this boat can move.'
'You will see that she can, and at a smart pace, too, if I sail her.
Shall we circumnavigate the island? We can set sail after dinner.'
'Will Mr. Smithson consent, do you think?'
'Why does Smithson exist, except to obey you?'
'I don't know if Lady Kirkbank would quite like it,' said Lesbia,
looking at her chaperon, who was waving a big Japanese fan, slowly,
unsteadily, and with a somewhat drunken air, the while she slid into
dreamland.
'Quite like what?' she murmured, drowsily.
'A little sail.'
'I should dearly love it, if it didn't make me sea-sick.'
'Sea-sick on a glassy lake like this! Impossible,' said Montesma. 'I
consider the thing settled. We set sail after dinner.'
Mr. Smithson came back to the yacht just in time to dress for dinner.
Don Gomez excused himself from putting on his dress suit.
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